"I BLAME YOU, KNOCKOUT! No wait, scratch that. I BLAME WHO EVER STARTED THAT FRAGGING PARTY! Whose idea was it anyway? Breakdown? Seems like something that he would do. I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO GO TO THAT PIT-SPAWNED THING IN THE FIRST PLACE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA FROM THE START!"
Knockout groaned silently as he held his helm in his servos, rubbing at his ringing audios while Starscream paced around the room and ranted. Rather loudly at that. All he wanted to do right now was lay back down on the berth he was sitting on but there was no way that that would happen with Starscream pacing and yelling. Screeching was more like it.
He lifted a servo, "Starscream, calm down. You're just making things worse," he managed out between the pain and the Seeker's yelling.
Starscream turned to him, "Calm!? I am calm and I don't see how anything else could possibly be worse than this! For all we know we could HAVE FRA..." he stopped and groaned, holding his helm.
"Told you," the medic said with a slight laugh. He then frowned as the Seeker started stumbling. "What's the matter?"
"I-I think I drank too much high grade at that party. Everything won't stop spinning," he reached out to hold the wall before he crashed into it. He leaned against it and began sliding down it, "I need to sit."
Knockout ex-vented a relief. The Seeker had finally calmed down. His yelling was indeed making things worse, especially the processor aches. He took that time to reach for a kit off a nearby shelf and began rummaging through it.
Starscream was holding his helm, seeing if that would help with the spinning. It didn't help much but make his tanks churn. He watched the medic go through the kit and he grumbled, "What are you doing?"
Knockout found what he was looking for and tossed a bottle at the Seeker after removing some of what was inside it, "Painkillers. These will help with the processor ache until I can get to my med-bay and get us proper stuff. Unless it goes away before then."
The Seeker took a couple capsules out of the bottle and dry swallowed them. After a few seconds, he regretted taking them at all. He stood quickly and made his way to the wash rack where he proceeded to purge over the drain.
"Oh for frag sake Starscream, couldn't you have waited until you were in your own wash rack to do that or at least in someone else's. Great, now its going to take forever until I can get that cleaned up," Knockout complained, rubbing his throbbing helm. The only reply from Starscream was a groan that sounded like he didn't care and then more purging.
Knockout didn't bother to move off the berth to see how the Commander was doing. He was too lost in his thoughts to care at the moment.
Did Starscream and I really..!? N-no, that's crazy. I won't deny that he's not that bad looking but there is no way that he would have let us, let alone me, interface. In the wonderful words of ol' one-eye, it's illogical. He heard a couple dry heaves come from the wash rack and he looked up. Or is it?
He soon heard a thud and frowned. He slowly got to his pedes and walked over to the wash rack, "Starscream?"
He peered in, "Her Kommanda..." he didn't give himself time to finish because once he saw the Seeker collapsed on the floor on his front, he rushed to his side. He rested a servo on one of his shoulder plates and shook him lightly, "Starscream. Starscream, wake up."
The Seeker groaned and he waved him off, "I'm awake, I'm just resting."
Knockout knew it was more than that and the heat coming off his chassis was proof enough. He put a servo on the Seeker's neck, moving it from one side to the other, feeling the heat emanating from him.
"Knockout..."
Said mech shook his helm and removed his servo, clearing his vocals, "You're systems are overheating dangerously fast. You need to relax and let yourself cool down before you fall into stasis."
"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"
Knockout patted the Seeker's shoulder plate, "Not here on the floor of my wash rack you're not. Either in your own quarters or report to my med-bay."
Starscream sneered. He hated going to the med-bay. Maybe because he always ended up there almost every week. He ex-vented heavily and braced a servo on the floor to lift himself up.
Knockout stood up and backed up a bit to give him some room. He was about to turn and leave but stopped once he saw Starscream's legs buckle and fall to his knees.
"Slag," the Seeker cursed.
Knockout rolled his optics and walked back up to him, hooking a servo under one of his arms, "Come on, I'll help."
Starscream didn't want any help but the way his vision was spinning was telling him otherwise. He stood to his pedes with the help of the red medic and let him guide him out of the wash rack.
Just as he was about to pass the berth to where the door was so they could leave the quarters, Knockout stopped, "Wait, we can't go out like this."
Starscream gave him a questioning glare, "Why's that?"
Knockout guided him to the berth and made him sit down on it, "The scratches are too noticeable. It'll just cause the others to start assuming what happened if they see us," he headed into the wash rack. "I'm going to need to buff them out."
Starscream just nodded his helm. He groaned slightly, the movement had caused things to spin more so he decided to lay down on the berth. The doctor did say to rest.